“Sorry, and all that,” he was saying. “I mean, for hauling you out of bed, but the fact is that I’ve got to have the low-down on the Antigeos business. It’s practically a matter of life or death.”
Bryan at last managed to get the door closed. “Well, you’d better talk to Digby about that,” he said. “He’s on duty in the workshop. This way.”
They followed him through the house to the back door. It was glazed and he pointed through the glass to the hut at the end of the garden. “That’s where you’ll find him,” he said, as he opened the door. “You must excuse me coming with you, but I’ve only got slippers on.
“Not a remarkably warm welcome,” whispered Deborah, as she and Jim picked their way along the snow-covered path.
“No, but we’re in. And anyway I think we’ll find Digby more affable. We
